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“Hello, Mum,” said Emily timidly as she stepped over the threshold of her in-laws house. “

**Diary Entry: A Mothers Burden** “Youre a wretched mother, thats what you are!”

“Excuse me could I have lunch with you?” The homeless girls voice was barely above a whisper

In her university days, Eleanor had often heard from online life coaches and self-proclaimed psychologists

“Excuse me could I have lunch with you?” The homeless girls voice was barely above a whisper

**Diary Entry** “Mum, if Vicky asks, just tell her I’m at yours.” “

For twelve agonising years, Eleanor Harrington bore the weight of a secret that would have broken most souls.

**Smoke Above the Chimney** “Anyone home?” Jeremy hunched his shoulders as he stepped over

“Marry Me, Mum Really Wants It” “Emma, love, you shouldnt be thinking about workyou

The time had come… It was the early nineties. I lived and worked in Belgium. The quiet, steady